One of the best things about living in London, is that because it's such a hip-hop-happening place, a lot of people end up moving here for work. That includes a pretty high number of my best uni buddies, which is lovely because it means we get to catch up fairly often. One of our number is slightly (make that much) more organised than the rest of us, so he tends to get lumbered with the organisation of everything. Which is great for me, because he always picks somewhere that does great food.
On Friday after work I headed in the direction of Angel to Bourne & Hollingsworth, a restaurant that I had previously heard nothing about. As soon as I walked in I was very happy that I had bought my camera, as it is almost like it has been made to be blogged about. The decor is all mismatched chairs and hanging ceiling plants, there's a hollowed out piano at the front of the restaurant where you wait to be seated, the sink in the ladies is a repurposed claw foot bath(!) and my cocktail was served in a mini metal flower pot.
Speaking of cocktails, I'd recommend going for these alone - they're UHMAZING. I had two, but could have tried almost all of them, as they all sounded delicious. They're not cheap, but...London. The one above was some mixture of lemon, ginger, vodka and sugar and it was bloody delicious. There was a whole slice of ginger as a garnish though, and curiosity got the better of me and I took a bite out of it. I WOULD NOT RECOMMEND THIS. IT BURNS.
Food wise, I had a rabbit and hazelnut terrine with fruit toast for starters (delicious), a posh cheeseburger and fries for main (delicious and the chef actually listened to me and cooked it rare - if it's not bleeding, it's not worth eating as far as I'm concerned), and then a caramel fondant for dessert. Which, I couldn't get a good photo of it but I couldn't not include the last image - LOOK at the caramel oozing out of that. Mmm.
If I had to give a grade, it would be an A+. It's not cheap, but I'd say it's worth the money, especially once in a little while. We left a few hours later to head to a pub round the corner, which might have resulted in two of us choreographing a seat based routine to the whole of My Heart Will Go On. What else are Fridays for?